So I turned 30 this weekend. It feels right, I guess.
It was a beautiful weekend, cold & sunny... in fact, it was very, very cold. We went snowshoeing and my hair and eyelashes froze!
My parents were up for the weekend, and they were total troopers with the cold.
They bundled up and faced the bitter winds with open minds.
We went snowshoeing one day and cross-country skiing the other, and they loved it.
It felt nice to share this northern reality we're living with family.
It somehow validated the whole thing.
I brought my parents to the ocean to show them what a frozen ocean looks like.
You can almost see the waves frozen in time.
Yes, it was a beautiful weekend to turn 30.
Full of magical sunsets, full moons, and wishes for the years to come.
I hope you had a beautiful weekend too.